One day I stopped
And stared into space
It was then that I saw, for the first time –
My face as it was, not as it were
The face that had been, always, before
The face that was really, the part of myself
That I had neglected,
Dust, on the shelf.
That space, all at once, something bigger than me
A river of silence, became…
I have nowhere to go in this space, that is mine
It is simply just there. No homage to time.
No pushing, no shoving, no splashing in vain
A space that invites me, again and again…
Where there’s nothing to do, just someone –